European Elegies/Autumn (2)/Evening
99.EVENING
Hush, my heart, the sun sinks restward; Drowsy cattle seek the town;From the crimson heath to westwardSolemn storks drop softly nestward— Hush, my heart, the sun goes down!
Silence steals across the lea, Silence floods the highway; noneBut a belated humble-bee,Murmuring, mars tranquillity— Peace, my heart, the day is done!
Lapwings haste in lonely flight O'er the wold to seek their nest;Mid the matted leaves alight;Fold their pinions for the night— Hush, my heart, you, too, shall rest!
Far-off eastward windows blaze, Sunlit, into crimson clear;Moorland tarns in twilight hazeMirror back the failing rays— Peace, my heart, the night is here!
From the Danish of Jeppe Aakjær.